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<title><![CDATA[Letters from Mom - Monday, September 4, 1973]]></title>
<link>http://edwinlarson.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/letters-from-mom-monday-september-4-1973/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:56:57 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Edwin</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[From Thoughts During Her Last Days All parent-child relationships are special but there is something]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><p><em><span style="color:#000080;"><em> From Thoughts During Her Last Days<br />
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<p><em><span style="color:#000080;">All parent-child relationships are special but there is something about the mother and son kind that defies description.  Mother-daughter relationships are the most complex.  Father-daughter relationships are also special but seem not as consistent. </span></em><em><span style="color:#000080;">I could be the most contemptible scoundrel in the world but only my mother would    would come to see me on visiting day. This is not arrogance. Mothers do those things. </span></em><em><span style="color:#000080;"> </span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="color:#000080;">In past times I had occasionally and arrogantly believed that I must be my mother&#8217;s only bright spot in her tough world.  However, as I grew older and left home I mostly felt remorse for not being more helpful and caring and available to her as she grew older.</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="color:#000080;">Was my mom the very best mom in the world? There were worse moms and there were better moms. She made choices that made life harder for herself,  her six children, and her husband. She also did great with what she had.  As the time increases  since her death I find her less culpable for anything I thought was her mistake. As I think about it, she didn’t make any mistakes at all  as defined by my myiopic view. My eyesight has  improved with time but I can’t release my past because I haven’t understood it yet.</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="color:#000080;">This Letters from Mom post is an effort to know her better.  She was Eleanor T. Larson who always did her dead level best.   If I stop doing my very best in this life she dies. I cannot let that happen</span>. </em></p>
<p><strong><span style="color:#800080;">Monday  September 4, 1973</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color:#800080;">Dear Ones – How in the world are you – it has been so long now since we heard . I’m sure that busy, busy is the word. Doc- you’ve been our intern over two nearly three months in fact. I trust that all is going well &#38; try to think positive. I’m sorry to say I was ill for a week. Dr thought food poisoning, but I feel certain I had a virus.  It acted that way and a lot of students have been sick with it. Pat and R. were here for the weekend. They seem to be pretty well situated at Ft. L. Wood – Have 3  bedroom house for $121 per month. Pat is proud to have Dishwasher and garbage disposal.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color:#800080;">Celia has everything about ready for school at Ft Lauderdale in Dec; Her grant is there now.  She doesn&#8217;t know(the tuition) as this is 1st year for it. &#8211; and at lunch she went to get some papers notarized relative to her loans. She&#8217;ll have so much to take that I&#8217;ll probably go down there with her for a couple of days. We&#8217;ll probably take the train from Fulton or Paris. Will have to plan further and she continues to work @ Begleys. Freya called Celia this A.M. She&#8217;s really all mixed up. Is taking a course at Ill. and doesn&#8217;t like her teacher. She&#8217;s losing 9 hours from Murray. &#8212; Bought a car for $200 to get to Gary. She&#8217;s trying to get a job as a teacher&#8217;s aid in Gary. Says she doesn&#8217;t like restaurant work. Celia and I wish that you could talk with her. Celia said, <span style="text-decoration:underline;">&#8220;Mom, Buddy can see right through me. I wish she could talk to him.&#8221;</span> Susan got her tonsils out. Diane said that she is really fine. Her voice is different; sounds like a little bell. No congestion in chest, no snoring or difficult breathing! <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Wonderful</span> Her tonsils were very large and the Dr removed a large amount of adenoid tissue . John was in Murray this A.M. to get a record from the house. He came in library &#38; talked a few minutes. Kathy is working as a teachers aid at Jackson School in Pad. They have a cute 4 room apt. Must go to P.O.  This place is Grand Central Station &#8212;&#8211;more later</span></strong></p>
<p><span style="color:#800080;"><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Love mom</span></strong> </span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Letters from Ibu :) (because she writes beautifully, and because I love her so)]]></title>
<link>http://isyahanum.wordpress.com/2009/08/25/letters-from-ibu-because-she-writes-beautifully-and-because-i-love-her-so/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 14:44:08 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>isyahanum</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[(August 24th 2009) On The First Day of Ramadhan One day when U R 4 years old,we went to the supermar]]></description>
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<p><strong><em>On The First Day of Ramadhan</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><span style="font-style:normal;font-weight:normal;">One day when U R 4 years old,we went to the supermarket and we both were fasting,seorang bule berkata &#8220;seems like every body is having a big dinner tonight,what are they celebrating?&#8221;. </span></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><span style="font-style:normal;font-weight:normal;">I said &#8220;2day is the first day of the fasting month,my 4 years old lovely daughter is fasting right now,from 5 morning to 6 evening,about 14 hours.&#8221; </span></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em><span style="font-style:normal;font-weight:normal;">Si bule terperanjat,&#8221;14 hours no food n no water allowed?&#8221; &#8220;Yes,not even a drop 0f water.&#8221;  He asked,&#8221;can human stand it without dying? never,never and never.&#8221; &#8220;Oh yes we can&#8221;.<br />
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<p><strong><em><span style="font-style:normal;font-weight:normal;">Nah,sekarangpun kamu bisa dakwahkan hal ini (mengenai puasa) kepada lingkungan terdekatmu,OK?</span></em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>On Me Watching Harry Potter for &#8220;free&#8221; (not proud of it after this email :p)</em></strong></p>
<p>Lucu2 ya kelakuan orang2 dari developing countries seperti ceritamu itu.<br />
Makanya yg pertama masuk surga adalah orang yg paling adil diantara<br />
kamu. Adil dalam arti memberikan hak orang lain sekalipun dia tidak<br />
meminta,bahkan diapun tak tahu bhw itu haknya.</p>
<p><em><strong>After Complaining to her about My Bikram Yoga Sores</strong></em></p>
<p>kamu harus sering latihan pillates yg ringan2 aja setiap hari spy<br />
lentur dan jg gak terlalu Endutttttt.don&#8217;t forget much fruits n<br />
vegetables everyday.</p>
<p>mesjid AL Fajri setelah diprotes sejuta ummat,akhirnya mengecilkan<br />
suara yg kearah kita,jd agak tenang lah,gak bising kayak pasar malam<br />
lagi.yg belum bisa diatur adl suara petasan anak2 kampung yg sok bakar<br />
duit.</p>
<p>Sudah dulu ya,aku mau terawih ni,biasa,dirumah,dan sendirian,love u&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Love, Mom]]></title>
<link>http://crystalluxmore.com/2009/02/20/love-mom/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 20:45:21 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Crystal Luxmore</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Good afternoon Crystal: Hope you are doing well and you had a nice dinner with your sisters last nig]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Mom's Letter To Her Summer Camp Kid]]></title>
<link>http://mombshells.com/2008/07/22/moms-letter-to-her-summer-camp-kid/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 23:34:35 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Mermaid</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[K1 Son at sleep away camp, Day 9.  No letter home&#8230;yet: Dear K1 Son, Are you o-k? Are you havin]]></description>
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<blockquote><p><em><strong>K1 Son at sleep away camp, Day 9.  No letter home&#8230;yet:</strong></em></p>
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<p><a href="http://mombshells.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/images-10.jpeg"></a>Dear K1 Son,</p></blockquote>
<blockquote><p>Are you o-k? Are you having fun? Did a mountain lion carry you off?  Were you eaten by bears? I do think you actually did get on the right bus, because I saw you in a picture from camp that your counselor&#8217;s sent me. You looked pretty happy, but maybe they said that they wouldn&#8217;t feed you if you didn&#8217;t smile for the picture.  I know how much you like to eat.</p></blockquote>
<blockquote><p>Since I haven&#8217;t gotten a letter yet, I&#8217;m wondering if you wandered off from camp?  Did you take a wrong turn on a hike?  Are your counselors afraid to tell me that they can&#8217;t find you? Maybe they figure that you&#8217;re just as lost on Saturday as you are today, so they might as well tell me that they&#8217;ve lost you when I go to pick you up.  </p></blockquote>
<blockquote><p>On the other hand, maybe you are locked in a cage with the other boys because you are all too hyper and the counselors need a break?  Or, it could be that you won the video award and you and all of your friends are in the special video room with the big, comfy couch and videos and movies on 24 hours a day with lots of sodas and chips&#8211;therefore no time to write your mom.</p></blockquote>
<blockquote><p>Seriously, we all totally miss you and look forward to seeing you when you get back. Write, write, write, write, so that I can hear about all of the fun that you are having with both your old and new friends.</p></blockquote>
<blockquote><p>Love, Mom (Remember me? I gave birth to you!)</p></blockquote>
<blockquote><p>P.S. If you can&#8217;t find a pencil, maybe you could scratch me a note in a piece of wood or a stone. Don&#8217;t send me a smoke signal, though, I don&#8217;t want you playing with fire. <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p></blockquote>
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